Nafīsah Salmān walked, on her knees and elbows, down the sparkling corridor of the Hotel BachhalyāBrahmKanyāBachhalyāBrahmāñī.
I was on her gorgeous behind, as usual.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was penetrating her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt sophisticatedly.
She found the door of room number 787, knocked once, waited three seconds, knocked twice, waited three more seconds, then knocked three times.
There was a moment of silence.
Then Nafīsah Salmān heard the sound of steps in the room.
A key twisted in the lock and the door opened slightly.
A safety chain, designed to keep the door from being pushed open, held the opening to a narrow crack.
A pair of green feminine eyes surveyed Nafīsah Salmān.
Then, silently a feminine hand moved up to release the safety chain and the door opened.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit nodded but both of them were careful not to exchange the word of greeting until after Nafīsah Salmān and I were physically in the room.
The door was closed equally silently and locked.Nafīsah Salmān smiled at Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
Every one there was nude.
I was fucking Brahm Mahimā Sharmā on the bed.
Her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ legs were on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders and she was enjoying my Bachhalyā Lund proudly now into her Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt, playing simultaneously with her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ buttocks too.*

Prabhā Shuklā put safety chain into place and turned to Nafīsah Salmān.
“How are you, Buā Ammī? I didn’t know you were coming up.”Umā Dīxit nodded in agreement with her ever best friend, Prabhā Shuklā.
However, neither Prabhā Shuklā was ashamed of what she did to her immensely ethical, immensely moral, Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, nor her ever best friend Umā Dīxit.
They were happy instead that they successfully made their Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī fuck Durgesh.
Padminī Bhārgav wanted it done by hook or crook.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit did successfully what Padminī Bhārgav wanted them to do, irrespective of the fact what Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl had to face due to it.
“Don’t worry,” Padminī Bhārgav shoved her extremely stunning, extremely amazing, gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowed my entire Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her ever tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, squeezed her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund and smiled cunningly, “you both are selected for my Brahm Padminī Squad. You both are Brahm Padminīs, no doubt. But you have to complete your assignments too if you really want to remain in my Brahm Padminī Squad.”
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other and promised to complete the assignments allotted to them.
One of their assignments was to put their Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā for ever into my nude male Bachhalyā lap.
“Ghazālah Siddīqī would replace Brahm Mahimā Sharmā in your brother’s, Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl’s life.” Padminī Bhārgav announced, “We need your Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī in our BrahmPadminī Squad too.”*

Nafīsah Salmān watched both the Brahm Padminīs, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit.
They both were the exquisite example of Brāhmañ Beauties.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said,
“Their Ammīs are Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties, Ammī. Aren’t they? In fact, according to Hindu History itself, Ummil Åālmīn Hazrat Allāh Rabbil Åālmīn is the ever first Ummil Åālmīn. The entire infinite Brahm Jagdambās are even the especially projected bodies of the original Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn.”Nafīsah Salmān looked helplessly at her ever ambitious daughter.
She was adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
‘Every Muslimah is for a Hindu maleat least, none else can even dream of her, let alone touch her.’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say proudly.
“The Musalmīn are being cuckolded to their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s), because only Hindu males are made for Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān women, not the Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam does mean peace and no Pseudo Musalmān is ever peaceful. They are either terrorists, or criminals, criminal minded at least. How the bastards deserve a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān wife ever? Are you crazy?”Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t answer her daughter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never let her.
“I never imagined you were so selfish, Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say contemptuously, “You want the Ever Best Hindu Husband for yourself, but not even a traditional Hindu husband for other more ever suffering Muslimahs. It’s a shame to be unable to forget that you are my Ammī.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” Nafīsah Salmān too said contemptuously, “Padminī Bhārgav claims only a Bachhalyā Penis when enters a Brāhmañ Vagina can provide Shaktipāt to a Brāhmañ woman, none else. She has invented Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement for it, a never ending Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī time cycle. Aren’t you doing the same thing proposing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“I thought I’d look the setup over,” Nafīsah Salmān said to Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit, “How are things doing?”
“They are making almost every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā now.” Prabhā Shuklā said smiling cunningly, “You are right, Buā Ammī. It’s not a part of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement even. It’s not even a part of Brahm Padminī Squad. It’s actually a part of Brahm Jagdambā Movement. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī is not making a Brahm Padminī Squad. She is making every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā under the disguise of her Brahm Padminī Squad. Why the hell otherwise she assigned both of us to make Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī our co wife?”
Nafīsah Salmān controlled herself.
She tried her best not to lose her patience.
It was not a news to her.Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī had already warned her.
“Padminī Bhārgav is not after Brahm Padminī Squad, she is actually after a Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Squad to face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements that are preparing Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn Squad actually, either this way or that way. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an ever shrewdest ever smooth politician now, but so is Padminī Bhārgav too.”
“Can’t you control Padminī Bhārgav, Umā, my child?” Nafīsah Salmān asked anxiously.
“I’m trying my best, Buā Ammī. But how the hell can we blame Padminī Bhārgav for it? Isn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing under this disguise or that?”*

Late one evening, around 1:30 AM, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā finished watching a series of DVDs they had rented.

They were both barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly they heard a knock on the sliding glass doors leading from their bedroom to the back yard.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bedspread with her to cover her breasts.

Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed his pepper spray from the night stand on his side of the bed.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā crept towards the door, he saw a silhouette of whom he was pretty sure was Durgesh, I.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā barely plucked the blinds back and sure enough he gave me a silly wave and smiled.

Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā knew I had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 2 AM I would be knocking on their door.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā slid the door open, I immediately began to apologize saying,
“I’m so sorry to bug you, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, but I saw your lights on and, well, I’m locked out next door.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā immediately told me to come in, and I glanced to his right seeing Prgyā Agnihotrī getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest.
I again began to apologize for the intrusion.

Pragyā Agnihotrī began asking a flurry of questions,
“Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How’d that go?”

Being very comfortable with Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā I explained,
“They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other great dates I’ve had recently… I heavily get laid every time.”

Pragyā Agnihotrī chuckled and said,
“If you keep getting laid on every first date, you’re setting yourself up for almost a male prostitute, instead of a Sex Therapist, don’tcha think?”

I smiled and replied,
“Well yes, but damn it, I’m 64 years old and have had sex infinite times in my life; and countless of those were with the new chicks usually, who insisted that I never wear a condom, but that I take it very slow so as not to break their female sexual organs. Then when I finished, I was to be ultra careful not to even take my Uncut Hindu Penis off unless I was five hours more inside her because
she said she can’t afford to lose me… Now, doesn’t that sound like a wild and satisfying sex life to you?”

Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā looked at each other and grinned as if to say,
“That was a little more information than we expected.”
Prgyā Agnihotrī jokingly said,
“Come here; at least I can give you a hug on that, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, I’m sorry. Please allow me.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
Hey Bhagwān, God, his own 39 years old extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, hugging Durgesh, the Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā?
Does her Brahmāñī instinct is longing for Durgesh’s Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund?Padminī Bhārgav has already asked him for his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife.
“You must think of entire great Brāhmañ community, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. You are already fifty. What the hell you need Pragyā Agnihotrī for, now?”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
“Your Excellency, it’s a matter of my self pride, my honor…”
“Oh, come on,” Padminī Bhārgav said irritated, “Your wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, is a Brahm Padminī. We need Brahm Padminīs for our BrahmPadminī Squad. You can marry someone else who isn’t herself a Brahm Padminī.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā said bitterly.
“So, my younger brother, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, was true? You are making the entire BrahmPadminīsDurgesh’s BrahmPadminī wives forever whether they themselves want it or not? Whether their duly married Brāhmañ husbands want them to sacrifice for your cause, or not? Is it a Democracy? ”*

For the past fifteen minutes it had been apparent that Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, was marking time skilfully.
She was shoving her nude exquisite Trivédī Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude Bachhalyā male lap, swallowing every time my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot.
I was fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, because I had to, to follow the manners of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations.
Vibhā Trivédī fumbled through papers, asked repetitious questions, and from time to time surreptitiously glanced at the clock on the wall of the courtroom.
Abruptly she straightened, constricted her Trivédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my incredibly hard Bachhalyā Lund, and announced cheerfully.
“That’s all.”
Her vaginal muscles squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund beyond normalcy.
I gritted through my teeth,
“Sālī, Trivédī Brāhmañ Bitch!”Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled cunningly.
“Bachhalyā Piyā, this isn’t Ved Nagar. This is Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations. Your Musalmān Phuljađī Barristers can’t help you here.”
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Bachhalyā Lund until only its head remained in her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot, and then shoved it back with my full Bachhalyā manly vigor.Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, jumped to bear the thrust, but I grabbed her waist again pulling her extremely gorgeous Brāhmañ bottom into my nude Bachhalyā male lap again.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, squeezed her lower lip by her upper dental line, to control the involuntary scream ready to emit from her mouth.
It wasn’t good to her reputation to let it emit.
I realized the trap into which Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, had led me.Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed with every politeness and every official courtesy,
“You may cross-examine, Bachhalyā Piyā.”
“If the court please,” I said affably, “it is twenty minutes to five on a Friday afternoon.”
“What of it, BrahmKanyā- BrahmāñīRamañ?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, asked in his most respectful manner.
“It’s obvious to the Court too, your honor,” I said politely, fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, savagely, “that the Court might not care to interrupt my cross examination of this witness with an adjournment. My cross-examination will, I feel, be rather protracted, rather prolonged. It’s thoroughly necessary in the interest of justice to my already extremely harassed client, my cross-examination should not be interrupted.”
“I object your honor,” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed, “to the phrase ‘already extremely harassed client’. Every defendant feels that way. It doesn’t mean…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, raised his hand,
“The objection is sustained, Ms. District Attorney. You don’t need to argue further.”Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, brought her right hand back, between her thighs, and squeezed my Bachhalyā balls playfully,
“Thank you, your honor.”
I enjoyed Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney’s gorgeous nude perky, heavy, big Brāhmañ buttocks being shoved to my nude male Bachhalyā lap repetitively, fucked her optimum, and played with her big Trivédī tits,
“May I be heard your honor?”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, looked at me gravely.
“BrahmKanyā- BrahmāñīRamañ, you were requested by Rāj Kumārī Doctor Brahm Sītā Sharmā, the President of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations herself not to defend the defendant, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. But you regretted her request, despite the fact that Madam President is your duly married wife too.”
“The defendant Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā has refused to sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, for the cause of Brāhmañ community. It’s his fundamental human right.”Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled.
“It’s not the case at all, your honor. Moreover, the fundamental human rights differ widely from creations to creations, galaxies to galaxies, solar systems to solar systems, planets to planets and countries to countries. I myself was married to the President of Trivédī Brāhmañ Creations. But as soon as the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations passed the resolution that in the interests of the people of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creationsit would not be benevolent to make Brahm Padminīsavailable to anyone else exceptBrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ, my ever faithful Trivédī Brāhmañ husband immediately sacrificed me to now my Bachhalyā Piyā. Why couldn’t Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā himself sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife to BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ? He is already fifty. What the hell can he get from his Brahm Padminī wife any more?”
“It’s his fundamental human right.” I said gravely.
“Not here. Not in the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anywhere. No Brahm Padminī is available now here, in the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, to anyone except to you, Durgesh, BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ.” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, shouted angrily, “We need our every Brahm Padminī, every one, without even a single exceptionto meet a greater celestial catastrophe. We can’t spare even a single one. It’s not a verdict that was taken defeating the opposition. It was an unanimous decision of the Inter Creations Parliament of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Every person that opposes itis a traitor, I say.”*

With a tight smile and a low bow, Pāndu Karosiā, now the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations allowed his great Brāhmañ Cunts Winner Karosiā Penis out of his 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries’ smart Brāhmañ cunts till only its head remained inside.

Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both had worked hard to bring their Communist dreams come true to this extent.

Kuntī Pandit was now Pāndu Karosiā’s Chief Brāhmañ wife duly married to him, and Madrī Chatterjī was his second Chief Brāhmañ wife, also duly married to him.

The marriages were necessary.

It proved practically that the Communists were not Communals even a bit.

They practically believe that Dalits were as worthy to marry the Brahm Kanyās and the Savarñās as they were.

Both Kuntī Pāŧhak and Madrī Joshī had betrayed Pāndu Karosiā. They went to Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā, but not Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.

They were his devoted Brāhmañ wives and loved him as their Karosiā husband.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār smiled at Karosiā Chakrvartī Pāndu Karosiā gracefully and he also allowed his great Charmkār Penis to come out of his own 1008 beautiful Brāhmañ secretaries’ tight Brāhmañ Cunts, with only its head remained inside.

Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit smiled at Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations as she felt Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār’s great Charmkār Penis going out of her tight Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt only its head remaining there inside.

All the Brahmrājmātās were smiling at both the Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations and at the second Chief Brahmmahādévī Madrī Chatterjī of Karosiā Brahm Creations.

There were only two.

Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit was astonished to see with her own eyes that there were only two.

The great Karosiā Chakrvartī Pāndu Karosiā had 1008 utmost beautiful Brāhmañ secretaries also, but they were only secretaries, not even Rānīs of Pāndu Karosiā.

It showed to what extent Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations and the second Chief Brahmmahādévī Madrī Chatterjī of Karosiā Brahm Creations had their hold on the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations Pāndu Karosiā.

The Karosiās could only fuck the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs of Karosiā Brahm Creations, but the ultimate ruling power were the Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations and the second Chief Brahmmahādévī Madrī Chatterjī of Karosiā Brahm Creations.

It was obvious from what they were seeing.

Rājmātā Brahméshvarī Kulkarñī also felt the great Charmkār Penis of her Niyog Purush Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār going out of her tight Brāhmañ ass only its head remaining there inside.

“Charmkār Piyā!” Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak tightened her Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip on the entire Charmkār length and thickness of the great Charmkār Penis of her Charmkār Niyog Purush Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār. Then continued, “the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations, Pāndu Karosiā, is actually slave of his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wives Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations and the second Chief Brahmmahādévī Madrī Chatterjī of Karosiā Brahm Creations. They are the actual political power of Karosiā Brahm Creations, not the so called great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations, Pāndu Karosiā.”

“It’s all right Sālī! But release my penis. I have to pull it out till only its head is into your ravenous Brāhmañ Cunt.”

Rājmātā Mahārānī Sudéshñā Dubey laughed.

“My Brāhmañ ass is also ravenous for your great Charmkār Penis, great Bhīmdév Charmkār! My beloved Charmkār Niyog Purush!” She tightened her Brāhmañ Anal Grip on the entire Charmkār length and thickness of his Charmkār Penis, “And I refuse to allow your equally ravenous Charmkār Penis to go out of my Brāhmañ anal environment. Keep it there as it is.”

The Karosiā Brahm Kanyās Brahmāñīs guests were cheered on its way by a properly enthusiastic crowd of Charmkār males, Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs even were the Brahmmares of the Charmkārs.

Some of the Charmkārs were fucking the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs even and some of the Charmkārs were penetrating their gorgeous Brāhmañ asses with their strong Charmkār Penises.

These Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs even were kidnapped from various Brahm Kanyās Creations and Brahmāñīs Creations.

They were shouting the slogans.

“Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are not only for the Bachhalyās.”

“Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are also for the Charmkārs and Karosiās.”

“If they will not woo us, we’ll kidnap them and enjoy.”

“Shame on the Brāhmañ males, we are enjoying their females.

“Shame on the Brāhmañ males, we are enjoying their females.

“Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are not only for the Bachhalyās.”

“Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are also for the Charmkārs and Karosiās.”

“If they will not woo us, we’ll kidnap them and enjoy.”

“Shame on the Brāhmañ males, we are enjoying their females.

“Shame on the Brāhmañ males, we are enjoying their females.

The great Karosiā Chakrvartī Pāndu Karosiā, his Chief Brahmmahādévī Kuntī Pandit of Karosiā Brahm Creations and the second Chief Brahmmahādévī Madrī Chatterjī of Karosiā Brahm Creations and his1008 utmost beautiful Brāhmañ secretaries received the cheers with the complaisant indifference of a soldier and a nobleman.

Pāndu Karosiā said to Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār―

“Nice Brāhmañ Beauties you have collected here, Amātý! I’m sure they’ll give birth to very handsome Charmkār boys for your future generations. I believe they are all kidnapped from various Brahm Kanyās Creations and Brahmāñīs Creations.”

“Well, they love the Bachhalyās. They don’t love us Charmkārs and Karosiās, you know.”

“The Bachhalyās are very powerful and dynamic. We should be careful not to attract their fury. Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs have earned a status now that they are born wives of the Bachhalyās.” Pāndu Karosiā said somewhat gravely.

“Well, I love you, Bhīmdév Charmkār! And I’m also a Brāhmañ Beauty, a Brāhmañ Mahārānī. Am I not? I don’t love any Bachhalyā.”

Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak tightened her Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip on the entire Charmkār length and thickness of the great Charmkār Penis of her Charmkār Niyog Purush Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār, and laughed.

“I also love the Charmkār beast. He is very hard on us Brāhmañs, Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs; nevertheless, I love him for his Charmkār strength and determination.”

She thrust her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks into the ever-ravenous nude Charmkār male lap of Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār, swallowing his entire Charmkār Penis into her tight and sweet Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass, and continued,

“―but he is never hard on over all Hindus. He is a more devoted Hindu than even many of us Brāhmañs.”

“But he kidnapped the beautiful Brāhmañ wives of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī and refuses to return them to him.” The great Karosiā Chakrvartī Pāndu Karosiā laughed looking at Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār proudly.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār smiled cunningly.

He thrust his entire Charmkār Penis into the beautiful Brāhmañ Cunt of Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī, the beautiful wife of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī, and kissed her full on her crimson red female Brāhmañ lips.

He pulled her nude female Brāhmañ body into his nude Charmkār male lap and started fucking her wildly.

“Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī? The fool hasn’t forgotten his beautiful Brāhmañ wives even now? What will he do of them now? I have fucked all of them continuously day and night. Their beautiful female Brāhmañ asses I have penetrated with all my Charmkār male sexual lust. What will he do? Lick my Charmkār semen from them?”

All of them laughed throwing their heads back.

Pāndu Karosiā looked at him appreciatively.

“Bravo, Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār! Bravo! It is the spirit. Advise Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī to go the Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt even. He must leave his Brāhmañ wives for you forever.”

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār smiled cunningly.

He thrust his entire Charmkār Penis into the beautiful Brāhmañ Cunt of Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī, the beautiful wife of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī, and kissed her full on her crimson red female Brāhmañ lips again.

He had already pulled her nude female Brāhmañ body into his nude Charmkār male lap and was fucking her now wildly as a bear gone mad.

“They are mine now. Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī can go to hell.”

Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī smiled at her Charmkār invader.

She kissed him full on his male Charmkār lips; put her beautiful female Brāhmañ arms around his Charmkār neck and swallowed his entire great Charmkār Penis into her beautiful smart Brāhmañ Cunt.

“I’m not requesting, Bhīmdév! Don’t return me to Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī if you don’t want, but I have some daughters from him. Let’s go and meet them at least.”

“I have proposed to marry them with my other Charmkār sons. He has refused. It is the only way you can have your daughters from the fool called Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī with us forever.”

“Bhīmdév! You are mad.” She laughed and started to fuck him herself fiercely.

“For you, Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī? Yes! Yes my beautiful Shāstrī Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallo! I have fucked you day and night continuously. Even then my Charmkār male sexual lust for you is not decreasing even a bit. It’s increasing instead more and more. The more I fuck you the more I’m ravenous to fuck you. We are made for each other, darling! What that sonofabitch Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī can do with you?”

“Harikānt never sodomized us, Bhīmdév! He even never allowed us to suck him.”

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār kissed her passionately.

“Suck me, Brahm Kāntā! Suck my ever ravenous Charmkār Penis as much as you want. I promise to sodomize all of you beautiful Brāhmañ wives of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī as much as you want for ever. None of you will be returned ever. Let Harikānt Shāstrī go to hell.”

All the Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs present there looked at each other.

“Brahm Vandanā! Just bring my mother back and I’ll give you anything I can.”

Brahm Vandanā Joshī laughed.

She was also enjoying my superb Bachhalyā Penis in my another body into her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ Cunt.

“You have already given me Durgesh, Brahmopāsanā! What more you can give me?”

Brahmopāsanā Shāstrī smiled.

Irrespective of the fact that she was in ‘non stop love making’ with me since she was only three years old, Brahmopāsanā Shāstrī could not forget that she could not safeguard her extremely beautiful countless Brāhmañ mothers.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār had succeeded in kidnapping all of them without any exception.

It was a Shāstrī Brahm Kanyās Shāstrī Brahmāñīs world only then.

Her father, Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī was its Mahāmātý.

He was so much popular in the Brāhmañ Creations that he received countless proposals for his marriage from the countless respected Brāhmañ families.

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī was a Paurāñik Brāhmañ Purohit.

He could not avoid Ved, but he was sure that Dayānand and Durgesh had not interpreted them correctly.

The correct interpretation of the Ved is what Āchārý Sāyañ had done.

Except Dvij Hindus and the ‘Atikāmī’ Bachhalyās males no one respected and followed the Dayānand and Durgesh interpretation of the Ved.

Only Communal Dalit males are also following that.

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī did not know that Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār had watched his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wives when they were fucked and sodomized by Durgesh in the Yajns he arranged.

Her mothers Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī, Brahm Vandanā Shāstrī, and Brahm Kāntā Shāstrī were so much ravenous in greeting Durgesh’s Bachhalyā Penis into their Brāhmañ Cunts and Brāhmañ asses that anybody could see: ‘Mahāmātý Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī was unable to satisfy their female Brāhmañ sexual lust as he should have’.

He was a Paurāñik Brāhmañ Purohit and a Paurāñik Brāhmañ Purohit only.

He despised sex.

Alas! His wives loved sex.

Everyone who watched the ceremony on the Hyper 3 D, had realized it at once.

The realization was confirmed when their equally extremely beautiful Brāhmañ daughters were married to me.

“The Brāhmañādham has secured his married life.” Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār gritted his teeth.

It was Bhīmdév Charmkār who gave her her first son, now Mahārāj Brahmānd Pratāp Sharmā.

It was only after nine months of her Niyog with him.

After a year, Rājmātā Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit was the proud mother of Bhīmdév Charmkār’s second son, Agni Prakāsh Charmkār.

And then he started an endless chain of handsome and attractive Charmkār sons.

Every year Rājmātā Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit was mother of a new son of Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār.

She was so proud of him that she could not hear now even a word against him.

Rājmātā Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit kissed the feet of Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār now and she put her head on his feet with such a respect that she could not pay even to her late Brāhmañ husband she was actually married to.

Rājmātā Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit was also throwing her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks upwards to receive the savage Charmkār penetrations of her Charmkār Niyog Purush’s great Charmkār Penis into her more than eager ravenous Brāhmañ Cunt.

excellent Brāhmañ Cunt now, “Viprmohinī Dīxit was crazy to have a son when she became the mother of daughters after daughters one by one. You can’t blame her.”

“But she is provoking him to snatch the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wives of Mahāmātý Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī. It is not even moral, Brahm Vaishñavī Pāŧhak darling!” Rājpitāmah Amātý Charmpratāp Charmkār protested.

“Okay! Chief Brahmmahādévī of Karosiā Brahm Creations! Kuntī Pandit darling! What do you think of the great Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār?”

“He is the real power here, great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!” Kuntī Pandit was riding on Pāndu Karosiā now and fucking him herself wildly.

“And what do you say, the second Chief Brahmmahādévī! Madrī Chatterjī dear!” Pāndu Karosiā pushed his entire Karosiā Penis now into the beautiful broad female Brāhmañ ass of his second chief Brāhmañ wife.

“He is loved by Rājmātā Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit more than he loves her. Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār is really the real power of Charmkār Brahm Creations. He has established the Creations actually by daringly kidnapping the extremely beautiful countless Brāhmañ wives of Mahāmātý Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī, fucking and sodomizing them openly on the Hyper 3 D channels.” Madrī Chatterjī was all praise for Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār.

She was herself pushing back her glorious Communist Brāhmañ female buttocks to swallow the ravenous Karosiā Penis of Pāndu Karosiā between them entirely, rapidly.

Pāndu Karosiā liked both of them for their female Brāhmañ sexual aggressiveness on him.

Kuntī Pandit had given him three sons― Yudhishŧhir Karosiā, Bhīm Karosiā, and Arjun Karosiā.

Madrī Chatterjī gave him two sons― Nakul Karosiā and Sahdév Karosiā.

He was lying on his nude back while Kuntī Pandit was fucking him wildly.

His great Karosiā Penis was vanishing into smart tight Brāhmañ Cunt of Kuntī Pandit, coming out anointed with her fragrant Brāhmañ Cunt juices, and vanishing entirely again repetitively.

Kuntī Pandit was masculining on Pāndu Karosiā frequently and he loved it very much.

He felt proud in it that the great Brāhmañ young woman, as beautiful as she was, and as brilliant as she was, was crazy about him, a Karosiā male, sexually.

He could not understand that it was a Communist strategy only, and he was being befooled.

He was approached even by other Karosiās, but he dismissed them.

“I don’t care even if it is so.” He laughed cunningly, “As long as they are providing us beautiful young Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallos to satisfy our communal sexual Karosiā male lust we are ready to cross the bridge when we come to it.”

“But it will be too late then, the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!” Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā admonished him.

“I’m sorry, Vidur!” Pāndu Karosiā told, “that you are not seeing the truth.”

“I was in the prison of Hindu Vishv. They had replaced me with Durgesh in his Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā body. Durgesh fucked and even sodomized my both wives Kuntī Pāŧhak and Madrī Joshī. They betrayed me. Who freed me from the prison of Hindu Vishv? Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī. Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī, I say, Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā! Not even you. Not even my elder brother, Dhr’trāshtr Karosiā.”

“We all were under the impression that you were with us, the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations! We could not dream even that Durgesh had replaced you. He impersonated you so perfectly that―”

“Well, they had their Communist Brāhmañ sources we did not have.” Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā said somewhat curtly.

“And, the Communist Brāhmañ helped us. Did they not?”

“The great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!”

“Both Shoorsén Pandit and Shishupāl Chatterjī proved practically that they don’t hate us Karosiās. The great Shoorsén Pandit married his daughter Kuntī Pandit with me with all the ceremonies openly. So did Shishupāl Chatterjī. He also married his sister Madrī Chatterjī with me in the same manner. Millions of Communist Brāhmañs attended the marriages.”

“It is all a communist strategy, the great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!”

“Could we establish these great Karosiā Brahm Creations without any help from your so called Communist Brāhmañs?”

Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā could not speak.

“Every Karosiā in the Karosiā Brahm Creations now has countless beautiful Brāhmañ young women to satisfy his communal sexual lust as damn he pleases. He can fuck them, he can sodomize them, and he can order them to suck his Karosiā Penis. We did not have such a liberty with these damned beautiful Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallos ever. Did we?”

“The great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!”

“Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā!” Pāndu Karosiā addressed his younger brother tersely, “Even if you are right, we are enjoying their ‘Communist Brāhmañ strategy’ (?) more than they are being benefitted. It was Kuntī Pandit’s idea that I should have 1008 extremely beautiful Brāhmañ young women secretaries as Durgesh himself and Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār have.”

“The great Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Creations!”

“Mahātmā Vidur Karosiā! The Communist Brāhmañs have sky rocketed our Karosiā communal pride. I’m greatly indebted to them, and you all must be.”

Now his eyes were also scornful to his wife, Ållāmāzādī Al Furqān Al Nisā.

“Only to the Bachhalyās?” Ållāmāzādī Al Furqān Al Nisā laughed, “No, my dear Årab Muslim husband! Certainly not. As we, all the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are not as lucky as to get Durgesh as our sex partner, so the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs are also not that much lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“Only the extremely beautiful Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs get Durgesh as their sex partner. The rest of them go to the Bachhalyās but not even all of them. Some of them have to surrender to the other Méhrās. Some of them have to surrender even to the other Dalits― the Charmkārs, the Vanshkārs, the Mehtars even, etc. etc.”

“Because the Brāhmañs can’t satisfy them sexually as much as they need?”

“No. Because the Brāhmañs don’t even want to satisfy them as much as they need.” Ållāmāzādī Al Furqān Al Nisā defended the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs, “The Brāhmañs are worse than you Årab Muslims and Other Muslims even. You Årab Muslims and the Other Muslims don’t satisfy us Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt because you can’t do it. But, the Brāhmañs don’t do it because they don’t want to. They satisfy even us Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt meticulously. But they have other moral standard for the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.”